His Guilty Pleasure

20

"I just wanted to see in what you spent 500k on. Now that I look at her, she's pretty, she got the body but she's only for a night or two. I don't know if she fucks good but you didn't have to spend 500k of my dollars on her. She is way cheaper that that."

Valentina's pov :

What the actual fuck.

Silence.

Everyone's jaw was on the floor.

Silence.

Someone please say something.

Silence.

I feel like I'm gonna cry.

"What did you just say to her?"

I looked at Vittorio who held his fork with trembling hands, like his life depended on it from his anger.

"I just told the truth Vittorio. I mean, it's pretty obvious that she's a whore."

Everyone looked at me but I only looked at him disgusted. Bella stood up to speak but I shot her a glance and she sat back down.

''How dare you speak to me like that.''

Damon turned to look at me and he sighed.

I turned my gaze to Vincent who had turned red from his anger and had closed his eyes as if he was trying to stop himself from saying or doing something.

I looked at Damon again as he chewed his food, unfazed of the chaos he had caused.

"And what exactly do you mean when you say that I'm cheaper than 500k. What do you think I am? An object or something?" I told him as I tried to maintain my anger.

He placed his fork on the plate and looked at me.

''Watch your tone you bitch. You might think that Vincent will fall on his knees for you but trust me, no-one would want a dirty whore like you. You're just for an one night stand."

I felt smoke coming out of my ears and I pointed my knife at him.

''Oh yeah? No-one would want me? Then why have you been staring at me like a piece of meat the whole night? I'm not that stupid. I can tell what you have been thinking from the looks that you give me.'' 

"Don't act like you're not what I just said." He told me and I felt my anger raise up.

"And what exactly am I?"

"A dirty ass whore stupid bitch who exists only to get fucked."

Bella stood up from her seat but Vittorio sat her back down.

"You're wrong."

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted my own father to sell me to a literal mafia boss who can kill me and forget about me the next day? What makes you think I like this. I literally lost my own life when Vincent agreed to the deal, not that I had a life before."

I turned to look at Vittorio and he looked at me apologetically.

"I'm not a whore. Don't accuse me of things I don't do and don't call me names if you don't know me."

He groaned annoyed and I turned to look at him.

"I don't know if you've realized it but you were sold to a mafia man. Perhaps you aren't aware of the fact that the only reason we buy women like you is for us to use you for our own pleasure," he took his fork again and took a bite of his steak, "I was just saying that you aren't worth 500k but if you want to, I can test to see if you are, if you know what I mean." He winked at me and I felt the urge to throw up as he touched my thigh.